Tremendous Tracey

What happens when you teach followership for a living and then violate your own cardinal rule? You end up in a party suite in the French Quarter with a squeaky metal cot, a 20-foot balcony over Iberville Street, and a full Bourbon Street concert outside your window until Monday morning. This week's travel adventure—complete with a hotel mix-up, a reservation crisis at a Deadwood dinner, and a lesson straight from the Dragon Lady herself—is a reminder that there is no such thing as too much follow-up.